This is a song about "Joint"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And get on down with this thc vision

Hit the joint and pass it son

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

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