This is a song about "Hash pipe"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But don't like that about pipe or weed

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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