This is a song about "Magnets in a copper 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

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

So all you haters better pipe down

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

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

We can make more, make babies

My pipe is made of ruby's/

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

You gotta make sure you aim right