This is a song about "Crack pipe"

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

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

I don't want it on my back

If it still has a crack

My name is timb aka thomas crown

So all you haters better pipe down

All of us will eventually crack.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

And stay focused on the women and you get less done