This is a song about "Bowl"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

18 year sentence with no parole

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Like a super bowl referee, but i don't see any penalties.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead