This is a song about "Biggie and puff"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

Life with out biggie and tupac is a life with cops actin all piggy, and rhymes all whack,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Hit this blunt, puff puff, trust us,

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Puff till you're stuffed and your eyes are tired

East with biggie and group home

Gotta handle your own

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Puff puff but never pass

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I remember watchin' 2-pac and biggie spittin' givin' me an inspiration and a method//