This is a song about "Pipe"

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

She can't be my mother

I would rather pipe her

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Mr. happy pop nice songs, i'll drop hip hop pipe bombs

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

I say "stay", she wanna leave

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right