This is a song about "Joint"

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I can always go home and look down my street

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth