This is a song about "Pipe is an idiot"

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

An asylum is where i belong

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Cause you freakin' idiot,that's just you

This is sick murderous an undeniable

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

My pipe is made of ruby's/

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Than an average idiot

But you hate them navel kisses

That's an order, and my soul is