This is a song about "Joint"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

I make her kitten moist

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag