This is a song about "Hash pipe"

But i let off everything i have

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

I make a way for my people to see the light

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,