This is a song about "Joint"

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

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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