This is a song about "Crack pipe gets blaze"

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

She's flawless like some uncut ice

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

My pipe is made of ruby's/

That'll do anything that i please

So all you haters better pipe down

My name is timb aka thomas crown