This is a song about "Blow my load"

Unshaven puss makes my penis blow

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower