This is a song about "Joint"

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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.

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*