This is a song about "Joint"

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

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

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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.

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed