This is a song about "Joint"

I don't trust no one

Hit the joint and pass it son

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

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

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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