This is a song about "Blow it"

You don't sleep, you just blow blow blow

Although thought that we would grow

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

That's they way we do it when you got the money to blow

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Finally i will give you an advice change your photo or it will blow your comp device

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss