This is a song about "Synozial joints"

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

They was on that mase shit

I light joints but stop and share it

Got arthritis, in my fucking joints so it's medicinal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Penncounting pennys over tha years