This is a song about "Bowl cut"

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Open up your contacts then scroll

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before