This is a song about "Joint"

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Bun b, i’m underground king

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

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

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