This is a song about "Joint"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Killing these niggas off quick