This is a song about "Hash pipe"

Got my foot on the gas

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

They ain't trynna be groupies

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Thuggin' till the day i die

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

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

But don't like that about pipe or weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

To take all those wrongs and make them right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash