This is a song about "Bach likes noodles"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

"nigga, you fucking gay as hell, and nobody likes you",

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Coz it seems its likes you lose in every other case

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves