This is a song about "Joint"

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters