This is a song about "Joint"

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip