This is a song about "Bach likes noodles"

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

I just light up and focus

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur