This is a song about "Puffing"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

Quit huffing, i ain't puffing.

Go pop some pills or something

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

Knowing you was getting by hardly

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

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

The underdog of the underground has come far

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

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