Normally I would frown on a song that featured two minutes of rapping and almost three minutes of Puff ( you must call him Puff on a joint like this) talking shit.
But, for some reason I’m not mad at all at the Puff rant. I do find it interesting that the same guy who brought us Young Joc is screaming “we only mess with the greats” but I guess he still gets his B.I.G. pass.
Anyway the song is so necessary. Jay is still spitting “that gold rope, five finger ring rap” as usual and the Puff ad-libs give the joint an early ’90’s feel.
I’ve had it on repeat all weekend.