This is a song about "Deadly joint"

Hold on you can see my vision

Hit the joint and pass it son

Whistling a deadly tune

I need a little room

Deadly weapons to maximise your progression

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

I'm everything that they call nice

My spit is deadly, this shit is lethal

We don't believe you, you need more people

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Your like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon