This is a song about "Joint"

So get up, its time to start nation building

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

I make her kitten moist

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

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

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.

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth