This is a song about "The salad bowl"

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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