This is a song about "Joint"

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see