This is a song about "Joint"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

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

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Hit the joint and pass it son

I can only imagine