This is a song about "Making pasta"

Rawest practice and making

Your eyes are amazing

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Baby you so fine

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And verbally swears the count in making

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Last night i had some dope pasta,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

I just light up and focus

No one’s making a fuss