This is a song about "Joint"

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

That's why i'm so annoyed

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point