This is a song about "Blowing minds"

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

But make sure if they do see

Starting blowing breezy

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Ive got the sickest of minds

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Its busting blowing up your desires

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/