This is a song about "Full blown"

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

When rappers spit about the hoes their mouth is blown to smithereens

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Ugh, my eyes turn red, my mind feels blown like my bitch is giving head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Heart made of stone

Your mind has just been blown

You're about as shocking as a fuckin blown fuse

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice