This is a song about "Mates turn to the pipe"

Off the capers, turn you all to vapors, send the afterlife,

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part