This is a song about "Get a joint"

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Can't get a even get slow.

I'm never faded though

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I get a a you get a low nope

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

A working genius, a work of art

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