This is a song about "Magnets in a copper pipe"

My current path is pathless, full of maggots, sticking together like magnets.

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries i got me some magnets.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Stack your caskets my lyrics are magnets to malice on maggots.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks