This is a song about "Joint"

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

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,

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

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

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

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

After the club, gettin you open

Hit the joint and pass it son

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house