This is a song about "Joint"

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

So get up, its time to start nation building

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys