This is a song about "Blowing minds"

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

So i have the ability to blow minds

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Blowing out your candle...trynna let me shine

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And everything is purple

Questions enter the minds of people

You're minds gone sour

And that i spent the night with her

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes