This is a song about "Joint"

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

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

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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