This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

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