This is a song about "Blow my load"

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

So i banged for a minute

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Fly as ricky steam boat

Of support i can load,

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I crunch rhymes the load is set i best insane in my ways

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her