This is a song about "Blowin"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Im blowin money first boy just like i do when i leave,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Stop blowin up my phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank