This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Fitting ya without ma gang

So if i talk down to a man

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Give this flagrant bitch a fitting rhinoplasty n' smash his face until he "nose" why

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

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

Hoping that he's listening

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from