This is a song about "Smoking joints"

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Class is in session

Smoking weed with depression,

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Smoking sticky fixtures

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I light joints but stop and share it

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket