This is a song about "Huff"

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

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Ya just sit there and huff and puff

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

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

Rich off of grammer like i'm managing frasier, cheers