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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

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

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

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep