This is a song about "Joint"

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

And now it's clear as this promise

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

On trial for possession of some chronic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Hit the joint and pass it son

My drive is like no one