This is a song about "Blow my high"

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

Because there ain't no coming back from that

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I'll be dealin the blow that gave you the first high/

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Fuck you let me enjoy my high...

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Heard my voice just thought i was that high

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower