This is a song about "Bowl"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

After i cash the bowl, i feel like i should just bask in the ambience

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

Will wrestle and cancel the rest of you embezzlers' flesh whole

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul