This is a song about "Mama s spaghetti"

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Pushing in my mama van

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Texting my mama current self

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack