This is a song about "Joint"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I pop one, you pop one

Hit the joint and pass it son

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

And getting money is the song i sing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

I make her kitten moist

Relax my mind smoking a joint