This is a song about "People on the pipe"

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

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

The people on rappad abhor your views

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one