This is a song about "Joint"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

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

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Relax my mind smoking a joint

I make her kitten moist

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Luxury life, results living bad