This is a song about "Bowl cut"

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

I broke mama heart with no college

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

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