This is a song about "Making spaghetti"

No one’s making a fuss

I'm breathing for a purpose

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

And verbally swears the count in making

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Making a difference,

Throwing you off making you drool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Just wait this is history in the making.