This is a song about "Put the pipe down"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

My family consequently put me down.

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Put all the pieces together as i strip them all down

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Cause everytime you come around

So all you haters better pipe down

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

Feel it or oww, pointin' the gun at me? put that silly gun down.