This is a song about "Joint"

I only got one rule, no kissing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

That's why i'm so annoyed