This is a song about "Pipe or weed"

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

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

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Right flows down and they might go nice

So all you haters better pipe down

He won't sit down, given the crown

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe