This is a song about "Hit the pipe and pass it"

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Nigga pass the white let it hit my brain

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

Now i pass it on to the next

So if i do call it's just a check

And proceed to rip apart this mic but i guess i could pass it off to the right

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash