This is a song about "Joint"

Just another day out in beverly hills

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

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

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping