This is a song about "Got you on that crack pipe"

Got that nina on my side, i'll lay you out inna dirt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

So i went out, sold that crack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

So all you haters better pipe down

No reason to be around

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

That's word to my mom

Cause you got it going on