This is a song about "Not tryna blow"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

Tryna blow up, lets hope and pray that im the greatest when i grow up.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Giving you epiphanies make that head blow

Now them broads gon' follow

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

It's not your fault though it's probably all the blow,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

We got dat smoke and blow