This is a song about "Call that pasta"

I never looked over, that was a blind call,

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Now hey little mama

Last night i had some dope pasta,

Call that shit my "chic" o stick

Go crazy when she hear music

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Fake young snitches that call us up

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Call me immature/ but girl youre all that i need

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,