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

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

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

When i hit platinum youll still be tryna get to double copper

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper