This is a song about "Blowin smoke"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Where god at? i need to call him

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

I smoke on the best smoke

I live by the code

Killing these niggas off quick

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Big homie hov said i am close

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

It's like sunshine on a rainy day