This is a song about "Joint"

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Hit the joint and pass it son

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/