This is a song about "Bowls"

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Since third grade i been packin bowls

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I smoke bowls and ball but still hair in curls,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

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