This is a song about "Joint"

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

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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.

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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