This is a song about "Bring my pipe"

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

I bring super hot lyrics now my lungs have caught fire

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

So, i still write these pipe dreams as i'm facing my green fears

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

Dc has never seen such progress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

It's not my fault you decided to bring these demons out,

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt