This is a song about "Great bowl"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

To destroy something so great

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I found a formula that's great

So hopefully i would become great

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And ejaculate, it feels great

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait