This is a song about "Great bowl"

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

Talk sharp like a razor blade

It seemed everything was great

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

So hopefully i would become great

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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