This is a song about "Blut blowin"

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

Stop blowin up my phone

Far away from home

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Only concern was the home that was close to him

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic