This is a song about "Joint"

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

That's why i'm so annoyed

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth