This is a song about "Blowin money"

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

But my plan is to show you that i understand

I'm blowin' up like you thought i would

From hollywood to the hood

Blowin on that gummy

And losin all his money

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

And there's little to be glad for

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Write and same time blowin reef.

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees