This is a song about "Joint"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

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