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

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

But in the meantime it's lights please

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And it's vastness, no longer spinning on its axis, broken magnets.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids