This is a song about "Hooker and blow"

Your last man was semi pro

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Try to get away with words and verses that already blow.

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I'm strapped, loaded and ready to blow it

And blow tree's like an ocean breeze

Inferior, but i'm nice

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Underestimate and it'll make your motherfucking cap blow,