This is a song about "Joints"

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

The dead society of a poet

I light joints but stop and share it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

Finish the day with joints on our lips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks