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.

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking