This is a song about "Puffing"

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

We be in the party like we own that bar

When blacks pack with minorities

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

The underdog of the underground has come far

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

They wouldn't be nothing

Quit huffing, i ain't puffing.

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

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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