This is a song about "Joint"

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

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

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back