This is a song about "T joints and fillet welds"

You don;t thin anymore

Know you want me to fall

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

This is why her nigga mad

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Finish the day with joints on our lips

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up