This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti