This is a song about "Fire heat light hunting cooking sharpening tools"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Just for cash, they hunting

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

I'm intense, my raps light niggas on fire like incense,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Or be real good at cooking

And my only fear's a wedding ring