This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

And all women who had light features, see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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