This is a song about "Where s the blow at"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

The woman was alerted when i asked where her offsprings at

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

The station where all the rap generals are at

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'mma be that - cg busy gettin', where the weed at?

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I laugh at your pain as i blow your brain over the platter

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

And they label me king... you can come and take it back