This is a song about "Blut blowin"

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Every night we blowin up

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Be shy when we're all alone

Stop blowin up my phone

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand