This is a song about "Smoke a bowl"

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

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

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

I reach for a bowl while in my head i am spitting a word

Only thing thicker than a blonde girl, is my smoke

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Smoke a dutch before the session

They say your name for attention