This is a song about "Hookers and blow"

You're uncool like my mother kin

Blow up and being in a position

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I'll play with words and blow you away

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Just use nounism and that will blow you mind like physical science

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Suck ma dick all week and you still wont blow.

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

And then they started doing blow