This is a song about "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.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice