This is a song about "People on the crack pipe"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

People seem to judge me on the daily