This is a song about "Lotsa spaghetti"

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

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

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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