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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Temptations surround me infatuated with the blow

We still ride though

Just the next girl to blow,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Where was that? you say the 90's set you free, but when was your release?

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Jason keaton, i can only imagine