This is a song about "Smoking a bowl"

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

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

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul