This is a song about "Rippin bongs"

Constantly rippin those who run this rap monopoly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride