This is a song about "Our last joint"

I can only imagine

Hit the joint and pass it son

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

Seen the how-to video now he on point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

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

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

I know my calling's worth like phone card

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