This is a song about "Plat man pipe"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

Observin' their plat flows, viewin' their bars, their psych, givin me methods//

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Wanna take on plat, bless you if that's true

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe