This is a song about "Brown bowl"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul