This is a song about "People on the pipe"

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The people on rappad abhor your views

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

People seem to judge me on the daily

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free