This is a song about "Blow my load"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

'cause they blow up in my face. "hey. whose bomb is this?"

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

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

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

That'll make ya blow your load

I put it down your throat