This is a song about "Blowin kisses"

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Im sorry no kisses

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Quick kisses with the sadistic aftermath

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Stop blowin up my phone

So i guess you think you grown