This is a song about "Joint"

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Hit the joint and pass it son