This is a song about "Smoking a bowl"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

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

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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