This is a song about "Hash pipe"

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

She won't leave, dick as big as kelly price's appetite

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

He's reached deep heights,to uncover the deal pipe

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Two white cups and i got that drank

To take all those wrongs and make them right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Yo i could set back, sell out, get rich, and light the hash,