This is a song about "Broken pipe"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I be ballin, they wonder why

When it's all said and done

Streaks are made to broken

Something wicked this way come

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Are grieving and broken

They had a hell of a run

I would rather pipe her

Not now not ever

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken