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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Im in the light now,right now, i mean pipe down or get sniped down with the right round

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

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

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

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Get blown like lawn leaves

My pipe is made of ruby's/

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Writing-chan, copper kilt