This is a song about "Mom s spaghetti"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

See, the last one i dated, i hated

The outline which you n****s out dated

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit