This is a song about "Puffing"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Even tougher when puffing is wrong

Puffing the bomb green watch me i'm a nazi,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And they giving hickies to my dick as i am puffing sticky

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

We be in the party like we own that bar

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar