This is a song about "Synozial joints"

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Roll like 2 joints before i light that shit up

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

I gotta know if it's real or not

Don't fuck around and make it true

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit