This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

So all you haters better pipe down

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

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

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

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't like that about pipe or weed