This is a song about "Roll a joint"

We roll a blunt, higher then, flyin' kites

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

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

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

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Roll up to a five star luxury

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back