This is a song about "Blow me"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

But now i got you on your knees so you might as well blow me

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

Go! you free to go about your business

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Oh, why do i live this way

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

People step up to me i'll just blow smoke in your face

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?