This is a song about "Joint"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

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

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

No one-half and i hate math

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

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

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

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Relax my mind smoking a joint

I make her kitten moist

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point