This is a song about "Mom s spaghetti"

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom

S on my chest like a superman vest

That happen to act like a black president

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

If only i could go back into the 80’s