This is a song about "Joints"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Oldest nation on this earth

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

Fuck that job been around that block

Got arthritis, in my fucking joints so it's medicinal

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I light joints but stop and share it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit