This is a song about "I like pasta"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

I got verses, like a bible

Tell your girls, to come join our table

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

But shawty know i'm a rapper

And i think i like her

I make money high like jordan

And when it's said and done

And i think i like her

Bitch i'm on fire

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise