This is a song about "Joint"

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I make her kitten moist

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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