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

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

That's the window into the sky

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Shots like an addict

So all you haters better pipe down

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

How simple they are

You probably a copper,

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

And i got a little big, keep it low key

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for