This is a song about "Mommas spaghetti"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains