This is a song about "Bowl cut"

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

18 year sentence with no parole

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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