This is a song about "Joint"

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends