This is a song about "Bowl"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Bout to pack bowl as im writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

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

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck