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

Were attention magnets purposely,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So all you haters better pipe down

Cause everytime you come around

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

I seem to love these whips - a white

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

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

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,