This is a song about "Mama s spaghetti"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Texting my mama current self

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

They take a loss man

Pushing in my mama van

When you talkin illest rapper

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

The science and the art, africa

I thought mama taught ya,