This is a song about "Plat man pipe"

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Im that man, ima the man

Still the man with the pan

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe

I call her, no answer

I would rather pipe her

My pipe is made of ruby's/

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

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