This is a song about "Blow my load"

She can blow my mind awe shit

And i must admit

What i'm doin i just blow, my head is a stove top

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

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

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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