This is a song about "Taking moms bowl to smoke"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

To my mind madness taking over

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I know you just doing your job

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And grow up to smoke rocks.

She wanted to fight at first

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.