This is a song about "Pipe hittin"

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Caged, and the wonder is seen

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

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe

And you're, approaching me right