This is a song about "Blowing"

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

That's lucifer, y'all getting fucked-up, then he's blowing his fuse,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Blowing on that gummy

She going to borrow some money

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Blowing up all statistics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Its busting blowing up your desires

Talking about the god you serve

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Starting blowing breezy