This is a song about "Blowing my line up"

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

Blowing smoke my nigga it's looking like a chimney

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

I'm blowing up- kamikaze

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Not giving my symbol but blowing out the whistle

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

I'm blowing up like the big bang

Stood out like pootie tang