This is a song about "Stop the pipe"

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

My pipe is made of ruby's/

I'm everything that they call nice

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

In the tropics can't stop it

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,