This is a song about "Weed bowl"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

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

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

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

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

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

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

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies