This is a song about "Joint"

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

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

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*

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

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills