This is a song about "Riding thru my city blowing on that gas"

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Took my heart away from money

Blowing on that gummy

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Written riding my spaceship

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick