This is a song about "Joint"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

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

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

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch