This is a song about "Puff pastry"

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

These are my intentions, sniff, puff and shot z's

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

That's the nature of the pass, first you gotta puff

And i ain't playing around i fuckin came to take a puff

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

But till that day comes, we wont puff or digest

Sweeter than a daisy or any type of pastry

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby