This is a song about "Finna blow some shit hope the hoe get it"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip hop shop the blow

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Tryna blow up, lets hope and pray that im the greatest when i grow up.

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

How bout we blow this bit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Although thought that we would grow

Now get the fuck back hoe