This is a song about "Smoking pipe"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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