This is a song about "Weed bowls"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who substituted for this weed

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Rappin' heat, you can fall defeat if you don't pay ya tolls

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Nightmare on any street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent