This is a song about "A bowl haircut"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

I reach for a bowl while in my head i am spitting a word

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward