This is a song about "Hooker and blow"

And so i’m rhyming tight, trying to blow this up like dynamite,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

1000 dollar jeans flow

We got dat smoke and blow

My niggas is winning though

And then they started doing blow

First off congratulations on the win

Blow up and being in a position

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Shawty you about to fuckin catch fire and blow up

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Blow some fucking hash and laugh