This is a song about "Joint"

I make her kitten moist

Point is real things,the jas crew 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

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

There'd still be niggas out killing

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

But i let off everything i have

Hit the joint and pass it son

When it's all said and done