This is a song about "Huff"

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

On the slow jam of love

Ya just sit there and huff and puff

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone