This is a song about "Grog bowl"

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

After i cash the bowl, i feel like i should just bask in the ambience

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up