This is a song about "Ice pipe"

Me and my peeps often meet

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Bring your pen and your weed stash

With shards of ice and glass

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

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

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe

This is everything that we call hype