This is a song about "Stolen cheese bowl"

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

And last but not least please don't tell no one

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I created this image

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Left with your bitch, you can call her stolen

I'm hoping i'm ropin' the trojan

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,