This is a song about "Blowin"

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

I'm blowin' up like you thought i would

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion