This is a song about "A bowl haircut"

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch