This is a song about "Pipe hittin"

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

So all you haters better pipe down