This is a song about "Blowing my line up"

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

I'm blowing up like the big bang

Blowing smoke my nigga it's looking like a chimney

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes