This is a song about "My joints are fatter"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Well, i can handle that

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

I light joints but stop and share it

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

And smokin joints to calm my nerves