This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

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

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