This is a song about "Blow that"

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

Since then all that bad bitches wanna blow me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I ain't stoopin' that low, these wack 'rappers' needs classes to blow/

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Tryna blow up, lets hope and pray that im the greatest when i grow up.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Try to get away with words and verses that already blow.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Just use nounism and that will blow you mind like physical science

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

That if i continue this shit my mind will blow