This is a song about "Irritable bowl syndrome"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

Guess that's all you can expect form a nigga with downs syndrome

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

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

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

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

See you was there every year when i needed you

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please