This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Hit the joint and pass it son

This thing that you could imagine

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep