This is a song about "Joint"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

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

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

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I can only imagine

Hit the joint and pass it son

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

I hexed this joint, when you toak your memory will reappoint.

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag