This is a song about "Campire blowin smoke"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Blowin on that gummy

If you ain't about money

Write and same time blowin reef.

Got tired of running from the police

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'