This is a song about "Joint"

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

This ain't easy, im thinking

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

That's why i'm so annoyed

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

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

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