This is a song about "Joint"

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

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

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

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.