This is a song about "Caddy joint"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I can teach you all the sounds of love

So my next joint don't got to be so rough