This is a song about "Crack pipe"

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Yeah, right, get over here faster

I would rather pipe her

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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

If it still has a crack

I'm about to snap

This is why her nigga mad

For what for cookin crack