As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches
And those turn to bowl hits,
A play on the last line. When you smoke a joint, or blunt for that matter, it gets smaller until it’s unsmokable without a clip. Eventually that gets so small that it’s a roach that can’t be smoked at all without taking out the weed and either smoking a bowl out of some kind of pipe or putting it another “Smoking Utensil.” Looking back we can see that all these different things are the fire getting closer to your face.
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