This is a song about "Body joints"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Your words engraved on my body

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Never tame to any part of the body/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Im throwin' shots to yo body

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then i come back to my mom's body

I got the right to be cocky

And feel a shockwave through body,

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop