This is a song about "Joint"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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