This is a song about "Joint"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Work straight out the kitchen

Hit the joint and pass it son

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

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

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

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,