This is a song about "Broken pipe"

Right flows down and they might go nice

My pipe is made of ruby's/

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Cause everytime yall come around

So all you haters better pipe down

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

We never tattle, let god handle that

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

But don't like that about pipe or weed

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe