This is a song about "Weed bowl"

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But she took it in his place

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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