This is a song about "Blow my load"

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

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

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

That if i continue this shit my mind will blow

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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