This is a song about "Joint"

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

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

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

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

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