This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

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

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

So all you haters better pipe down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Fitting of my eminent stature

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core