This is a song about "Joint"

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Hit the joint and pass it son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag