This is a song about "Swell jake keen joint"

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Hit it til your make up missing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

I make her kitten moist

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

They're like i'm real keen.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Why a black nigga take ass over class

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make