This is a song about "Joint"

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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 just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

She can make a pimp fall in love

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