This is a song about "Joint"

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

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.

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

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

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

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I make her kitten moist

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac