This is a song about "Bring my pipe"

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Living my life like i'm living right

Fuck womun, you just dont listen, bieber, bring me my magnum

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

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

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I bring super hot lyrics now my lungs have caught fire

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,