This is a song about "Mates crack pipe"

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I promise i'mma call you back

For what for cookin crack

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

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

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Look, now roll my j tight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe