This is a song about "Pipe fitting"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

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

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

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Been here for long i'm fitting the moments, flows in like oceans

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks