This is a song about "Blows"

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Shades: lv was a little dough

Redbox flow and i do not date

Late night, wind of change blows straight

But i know i see better days

I throw blows right at the face

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Using my third eye like im giving out karate blows

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I throw blows right at the face

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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