This is a song about "Joint"

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

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