This is a song about "Mom s spahgetti"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Well go cry to your mom

This rapping is just a charm

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

This prada make me shallow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe