This is a song about "My joints are fatter"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

I enjoy my time wondering, why things are why they are

My raps are comical plus my expressions are diabolical.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

My raps are good, yours are bad..

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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