This is a song about "Joint"

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,