This is a song about "Joint"

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Can’t you see just how long my run

Hit the joint and pass it son

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years