This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

That's why i'm so annoyed

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

So drop the slam and lets get sick