This is a song about "Pipe joh"

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

So all you haters better pipe down

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

He got hit up that same night

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon