This is a song about "Huff"

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

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

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

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

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

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Ships that sail to distant places

Ya just sit there and huff and puff