This is a song about "Joint"

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

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

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I make her kitten moist

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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.