This is a song about "My joints are fatter"

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Baby, you know who you are

Have recently been getting fatter

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

When they twist and talk with they fingers

And smokin joints to calm my nerves