This is a song about "My joints are fatter"

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

This is the part where we run hip hop

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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