This is a song about "Blow some more"

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Why they begging for some more

No, just put us on death row

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Buy a dime, maybe more, finish that than smoke some more,

On some more than adequate transportation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

As soon as i walk in the door

Fuck with me some more and im kill this whore,

Walk out the door, see some custies, ma wanna cop some blow, ma is busty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

And some more a couple more times