This is a song about "Bowl cut"

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Like a super bowl referee, but i don't see any penalties.

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe