This is a song about "Joint"

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

I make her kitten moist

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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