This is a song about "Joint"

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

African queen got what you need

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point