This is a song about "Reeses puff"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

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

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Ya just sit there and huff and puff

Just ease away the pain with some weed puff puff,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit