This is a song about "New bowl"

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

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