This is a song about "Blowin swishers"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Blowin on that gummy

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Every night we blowin up

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees