This is a song about "A bowl of kush"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

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

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock