This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see