This is a song about "Joint"

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

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point