This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

But respect is more real, and ambition the key