This is a song about "Pipeline"

Small, but you talkin' big

Just feelin safe like lock pick,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Because tonight we fight, not for oil or wealth,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Got tired of running from the police

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

Condoms, or any sort of protection

In this cold world, it's all about collection