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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Can't look at you the same we used to be friends

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Not me, i bet you remember the night

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

Trying to find some friends

To increase my ends