a lil story on my rent

[JusJoe]

sittin down chillin and im high as a kite,
i still got a doob left.. got a light?
i grow weed thats fantastic,
something happens it has to be drastic.
because tlc is wat i give it. no cheap plastic.
i use all clay pots,
and grow pot on top.
to keep nats from the spot,
where the pot off top.
im blowed,
tell my homeboy to get another bowl of dro.
but then i hear something knock down the door.
the cops?
no,
its the bill collector,
but this man is walking around like the building inspector.
so i tell him "bitch get away from that box.. its my stash,
im laughin but he opens it.. now im on my ass.
in the grass.
everythings very funny when high,
but it aint now cuz i have no way to get bye.
then 5 minutes later guess who walk out of the door?
the land lord smellin like reefer "you can go in"
what for?
aint that a bitch? he smoked my weed but now i got a house.
he got everything high even that lil ass mouse.

[herbal stu]

Thats a bitch ass poem!

[JusJoe]

thanks i just read it sober and its kinda hard to understand lol