This is a song about "Blowin kisses"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Every night we blowin up

It’s official, she my misses

I always wake up to kisses,

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

If you feel it, it must be real just

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Write and same time blowin reef.

Gotta go, let her leave

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I'm like a crack addict