This is a song about "Making spaghetti"

I was born to do the damn thing

I’m a star in the making

Throwing you off making you drool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

For making an asshole

It's apart of her goal

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Making harvest highly anticipated

And verbally swears the count in making

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing