This is a song about "Joint"

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

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 pop one, you pop one

Hit the joint and pass it son

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Straight g thing, double m g thing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark