This is a song about "Blow job from your grandma"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I was gonna write you a poem today

Might blow your mind, from miles away

Listen to every word that i slur

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,