This is a song about "Joint"

Hold on you can see my vision

Hit the joint and pass it son

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

Relax my mind smoking a joint

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

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

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

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

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,