This is a song about "Mommas spaghetti"

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt