This is a song about "Joint"

Metaphor's my ammunition reloading i'm an android, in a lyrical standpoint

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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

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,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Check the stats, my team winning