This is a song about "All i blow is loud"

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

So it's nothing to finish

Cuz all i can think is...

What i'm doin i just blow, my head is a stove top

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Every blow that i throw is a vicious hit,

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

I drop o after o of the loud,

I blow, gasoline this shit is so amazing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king