This is a song about "Crack pipe"

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't like that about pipe or weed

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

She always comin back

So i went out, sold that crack

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

As much as i wanna leave

My pipe is made of ruby's/