This is a song about "Joints"

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

Cause i break it out a lot

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I light joints but stop and share it