This is a song about "Spark the joint up"

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Snitches here don't got no heart

By lightening the spark

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

We spark, pull up then draw

Life of and outlaw

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see