This is a song about "Blowin swishers"

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'