This is a song about "Huff"

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Ya just sit there and huff and puff

Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, i'll kill fears,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

As i sit with a bong i take another huff cause nothings wrong,