This is a song about "New bowl"

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

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

You didn't see me here if someone ask you