This is a song about "Blowin money"

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Write and same time blowin reef.

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I'm blowin' up like you thought i would