This is a song about "Matt blows"

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

My enemies get no blows in cus

Cause my thing something vicious

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Where only the wind fucken blows

Got shows on top of shows

I'll slaughter each and every foe, sharp like machete blows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Lookin for street hoes in search of cheap blows

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close