This is a song about "You blow"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

I'll play with words and blow you away

Ok now listen,i blow you out like a candle/

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

You must pick a rapper beneath you and blow his head in

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Then some lady named billie holiday

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay