This is a song about "Weed bowl"

Me and my peeps often meet

Who substituted for this weed

And i just love your flashy ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees