This is a song about "Flying spaghetti monster"

Fell in love with a monster....

My records sell, yes sir

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Huh, i can't interpret her

By becomin friends with "the monster"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

Monster or man the answer is in itself,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Drink this , it keeps you flying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Bending those monster, making them grab their knees