This is a song about "Bowls"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Doesn't matter if ya like to chatter i climb ladders bowls fucks over and sit there

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

#4 (#more #internals, #indirects, #multis #and #loads #of #bowls)

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes