This is a song about "Big joint"

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell