This is a song about "Campire blowin smoke"

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I fucking hate this job

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

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

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Write and same time blowin reef.

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Do this shit blowin up like a nuclear war plant

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind