This is a song about "Fire breath"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Wastin all my goddamn breath

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

Because my soul spit like fire

Spending her time with him i guess

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

And i'm a just take another guess

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Cut your breath and don’t think

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I got laugh till the last breath

Dc has never seen such progress

I'm hoping i confess

When static taste my breath