This is a song about "Joint"

That's why i'm so annoyed

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Hey your honor, is you kidding