This is a song about "Joint"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

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

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

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

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

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

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