This is a song about "Weed bowl"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Me and my peeps often meet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

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

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl