This is a song about "These pipes"

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

And i know - there'll never be peace

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All these motherfuckers see that i'm searing these critics,

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Trees discovered never been structured like these

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

Soon as we start

These motherfuckers want

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute