This is a song about "Call that pasta"

On they car note to go to the club

Fake young snitches that call us up

And i put that on my name

That you call the rap game

Mirror mirror on the wall

When i'm in need i make that call

That wont work so theyll call the cops

The you should look up in the stars

Call me immature/ but girl youre all that i need

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

This is last call, for that alcohol

If there’s a shining star