This is a song about "Joint"

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.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

Hit the joint and pass it son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth