This is a song about "Hooker and blow"

Carry rugers and i'll shoot ya, loaded, cocked, ready to blow,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

And i'mma be back for you, the second that i blow

Even if i blow up and get known my shit is free

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Here we go, i'm in the show, haters can go and blow

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Only real niggas stay on top

Advancing to fullest and blow what got