This is a song about "Pack a bowl of weed"

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Bout to pack bowl as im writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

For a pack of cigarettes

I'm on deck i'm up next

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

The generational gap with yet another sensational track