This is a song about "Joint"

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

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

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

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint