This is a song about "Pipe joh"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

So all you haters better pipe down

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I'll meet you in the sky

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I would rather pipe her