This is a song about "Joints"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Spliffin joints of weed and you can see that i'm addicted

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

And what about the rappers

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

You don't mean that, you faggot

I light joints but stop and share it

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips