This is a song about "Joint"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Teach you how to rope a chick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

She need now, she ain't never needed love

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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