This is a song about "Joint"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

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

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.