This is a song about "Peruvian puff peppers"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

But till that day comes, we wont puff or digest

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Puff till you're stuffed and your eyes are tired

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Just ease away the pain with some weed puff puff,

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Hit this blunt, puff puff, trust us,

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

What is it the looks? or are you too much of a cream puff

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Me and polemic's lyrics are hotter than a mouthful of peppers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,