This is a song about "Super bowl"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Because i'm a super dweeb

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

Good love then i can do that for her

Words flouous, too many, i make that super