This is a song about "Joint"

Hit the joint and pass it son

Cold, my style making my nose run

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

No one-half and i hate math

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth