This is a song about "Humerulnar joint"

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

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

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Tell them niggas they slipping

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void