This is a song about "Carter blows"

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Paper planes, long flights

Where only the wind fucken blows

Took me a while just to write those

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Late night, wind of change blows straight

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

Sometimes it hella blows

Here they keep a rachet close

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Drink some shit, money blows,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Carter are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?