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.

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Hit the joint and pass it son

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds