This is a song about "Pipe weed"

My pipe is made of ruby's/

But in the meantime it's lights please

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,