This is a song about "Joint"

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Hoping that he's listening

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

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

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint