This is a song about "Joint"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute