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

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I would rather pipe her

Udc where he met my mother

You probably a copper,

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks