This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

And all women who had light features, see

Fitting ya without ma gang

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

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

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock