This is a song about "Making pasta"

She was always making sells

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

But he don't rule a thing

While im in the making

This insomnia, making my head spin

They say your name for attention

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

I start to think it's all planned

No reason to be around

Making sure you breaks down

The mess you've been making.

Get off a key like i can’t sing