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,

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Hit the joint and pass it son

And it weighs a ton

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 can always go home and look down my street

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick