This is a song about "Joint"

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters