This is a song about "Joint"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Hit the joint and pass it son

When it's all said and done

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking