This is a song about "Blut blowin"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Got an independent business mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Im blowin money first boy just like i do when i leave,