This is a song about "Stop the pipe"

Why not me the same thing

To help stop the flooding

So i took another shot

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Stop the camera, cut, its over

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Rideright back to the movies

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Till the moment you've stop breathe

And all my childhood memories

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight