This is a song about "Joint"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Tell them niggas they slipping

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

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

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

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends