This is a song about "Body joints"

You just trynna be haters

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Light skinned hell of a body

America's most wanted like chi ali

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Never tame to any part of the body/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Just look at my good body

I light joints but stop and share it

And that's jay line i had to quote that