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

My name is timb aka thomas crown

So all you haters better pipe down

I'm like a crack addict

Writing-chan, copper kilt

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I'm talking about eternity

Were attention magnets purposely,

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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.

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

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper