This is a song about "Hookers blow"

I fucking hate this job

That'll make ya blow your load

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Toss it just let the wind blow

You know i be teasing, though

We blow shit outta proportion,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Temptations surround me infatuated with the blow

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

I got a bomb ready to blow