This is a song about "Bowl"

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

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

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

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

Open up your contacts then scroll

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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