This is a song about "Joint"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

This for my niggas that really rap hard

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Yeah bitch this date's done

Hit the joint and pass it son

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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