This is a song about "Bowl"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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