This is a song about "Making spaghetti"

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

About what they're not making

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Throwing you off making you drool

That's the sound of my tool

The time is waiting

A ghetto in the making.

While im in the making

I know the road i'm taking

In my drawsring, ring, ring

The mess you've been making.

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream