This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

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