This is a song about "I like pasta"

And i think i like her

Then your prolly on water

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

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

I gotta battle two people, its like

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

I go psycho like alfred hitchcock

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

I wonder what heaven is like

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got