This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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

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

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

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

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

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

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house