This is a song about "Joint"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

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

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

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint