This is a song about "Meth pipe"

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

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

Then get out your seat and jump around

So all you haters better pipe down

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Its four now, the clubs over

I would rather pipe her

He's reached deep heights,to uncover the deal pipe

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night