This is a song about "Bring my pipe"

Feigning my interest in the lies that they bring,

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Sorry life you'll never bring me down here is my apology

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

You bet i bring a pencil, cuz my lyrics are so special,

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Five shots she ready to leave

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

I gingerly bring my delivery/

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Bring out the curtains, my lines constrict like serpents,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents