This is a song about "Weed bowls"

The bitches is everything in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Doesn't matter if ya like to chatter i climb ladders bowls fucks over and sit there

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Have no souls indeed

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed