This is a song about "Blowing through grams with you"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

When i'm through, with your crew/

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

I'm blowing out your dome because i'm going cold with vengeance

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

With you going through more terrible times.

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my