This is a song about "Joint"

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

That's why i'm so annoyed