This is a song about "I better blow"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

That if i continue this shit my mind will blow

I just call it …remember all the dough

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

So i'm writing you this letter

Told you i was better

I blow minds like set mines, and you blow mine with 'illumi' signs/

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

And there's little to be glad for

While i briefly think you're better