This is a song about "Crack pipe gets blaze"

I plead with em, the system ain't right

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

This is everything that we call hype

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I got a blaze, no faint fire

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

So all you haters better pipe down

They can’t even come around

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/