This is a song about "Blows"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Body doze off, give em karate blows

Late night, wind of change blows straight

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Drink some shit, money blows,

Every night i stroke hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Lookin for street hoes in search of cheap blows

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

It blows up like a pinto

Never break, took a break though

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'll slaughter each and every foe, sharp like machete blows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows