This is a song about "Joint"

There are times when you'll need someone

Hit the joint and pass it son

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth

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

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

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

Blood drippin they beefin and dissin they claiming but they all missing the point/

She's cute but her forehead's big

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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