This is a song about "Full blown"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Now here i am three months later, full blown relapse

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Now they are just all gone blown away

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

I prefer your applause without a handout

Poppin off the dome, i'm so blown bro, i'm zoned out

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,