This is a song about "Joint"

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

A working genius, a work of art

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

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

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

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

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.

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

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

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point