This is a song about "Pipe"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

So, i still write these pipe dreams as i'm facing my green fears

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

My conscious only knew whats half tight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

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