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

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

You have it easy, getting drunk and blowing some smoke

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

If our love was cocaine you gave me kilos i gave you zero point eight grams

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal