This is a song about "Joint"

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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