This is a song about "Weed bowl"

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Like a super bowl referee, but i don't see any penalties.

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

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/