This is a song about "Stolen cheese bowl"

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

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

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole