This is a song about "People on the pipe"

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

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

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

People seem to judge me on the daily

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes