This is a song about "Bowl cut"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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