This is a song about "Blow some more"

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

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

Drank too much but i still need some more smirnoff,

Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

Safe with nothing more than a hose and some matches

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

But i'm heavyweight i can smoke some more

No ho, acquainted with the floor

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her