This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

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

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

And now it's clear as this promise

Rolling while im blowing this stash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick