This is a song about "Smashing the pipe"

We can make more, make babies

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Trapped by the #pipe feeling like theres nothing else to #life,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/