This is a song about "Huff"

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Ya just sit there and huff 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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong