This is a song about "Making spaghetti"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I was born to do the damn thing

About what they're not making

They bringing me fish and chips

3 homies chilling making classics

This insomnia, making my head spin

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Making harvest highly anticipated

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

And verbally swears the count in making

Rawest practice and making

I'm doing the same thing

While im in the making

Why not me the same thing