This is a song about "Joint"

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since