This is a song about "Not tryna blow"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

But i'm not tryna catch em all

Just the next girl to blow,

Then take it down slow

You see at least i tryed, not to pass bye, spitting lyrics through my mouth tryna make you cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Unshaven puss makes my penis blow

I got a bomb ready to blow

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Toss it just let the wind blow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though