This is a song about "Blows"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Just know that i'm always

I throw blows right at the face

I wish i could have 25 wives

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

It blows up like a pinto

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

This shit you're submitting blows more than stoners on marijuana.

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada