This is a song about "Weed bowl"

Who substituted for this weed

African queen got what you need

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

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

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends