This is a song about "Joint"

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.

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

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

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth