This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

So all you haters better pipe down

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Hey your honor, is you kidding

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

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

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Got her going down, no teeth