This is a song about "Huff"

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Ya just sit there and huff and puff

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces