This is a song about "Lay the pipe"

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Blow trees like a hurricane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

So she lay me down on the mattress

Reading shit my critics say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,