This is a song about "Friends turn to the pipe"

Clock, check-to-check, and our friends behind the counters,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

You got to have your game tight

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Trapped by the #pipe feeling like theres nothing else to #life,

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Off the capers, turn you all to vapors, send the afterlife,

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines