This is a song about "Not tryna blow"

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Giving you epiphanies make that head blow

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Don't believe me i’m tryna be low key these nigguh better not fuck with me

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Rappers like mad dreamer fucking blow.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

To blow up other countries,

Got tired of running from the police

Tryna rule all the cash around me, but it's not easy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free