This is a song about "Hitting the pipe"

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Unleash the beast. call me karma. im hitting high notes, opera.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

My records sell, yes sir

Hitting the singing feather

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me