This is a song about "Joint"

Hit the joint and pass it son

I'm caged up in state prison

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

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

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard