This is a song about "Grog bowl"

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

I reach for a bowl while in my head i am spitting a word

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

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

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

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole