Ice Cube has written lyrics on glass pipes and homegrown “tobacco”, but here we see him looking oh so dignified in his settled middle age, smoking (okay, pretending to smoke) a briar pipe.
Whoever found that pipe for him did a great job. Strong traditional form, straight lines. A dose of intellectuality without any snobbery. I choose to imagine that Ice Cube spends many an evening out on his porch, enjoying a smoke and pondering his amazing life.