This is a song about "Blowing o s"

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

I'm blowing up like the big bang

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Blowing up like i'm boston

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame