This is a song about "I like pasta"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

Something wicked this way come

I make money high like jordan

I got verses, like a bible

Tell your girls, to come join our table

When i’m looking in the mirror

And i think i like her

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise

Last night i had some dope pasta,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre