This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

I make her kitten moist

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Hit the joint and pass it son

Cold, my style making my nose run

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket