This is a song about "Joint"

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

See, i'm second to no one

Hit the joint and pass it son

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell