This is a song about "Joint"

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

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

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell