This is a song about "Making spaghetti"

About what they're not making

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The mess you've been making.

Don't want to be the king

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

And bijies like im out and

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

3 homies chilling making classics

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Throwing you off making you drool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school