This is a song about "Joint"

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Niggas talk with limited service

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

And there's no way i can pay you back

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

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs