This is a song about "Blowing"

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Blowing up like i'm boston

And it weighs a ton

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Blowing out your candle...trynna let me shine

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Flow's lazy, maybe 'cause i'm blowing potent haze