This is a song about "Blows"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

We love for a while then a light goes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Don't you fall from grace

I throw blows right at the face

I throw blows right at the face

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Although thought that we would grow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Body doze off, give em karate blows

Big homie hov said i am close

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Lookin for street hoes in search of cheap blows