This is a song about "Pipe"

I'mma catch you next time around

So all you haters better pipe down

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

So, i still write these pipe dreams as i'm facing my green fears

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Mr. happy pop nice songs, i'll drop hip hop pipe bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Now paint that picture

I would rather pipe her

But don't like that about pipe or weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

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

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