This is a song about "Iron bowl"

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

No sequel iron at ya temple

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos