This is a song about "Acai bowl"

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

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos