This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And moms, she raised me well...

Shows to do, got record to sell

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

I made your moms ass rosy

But make sure if they do see

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,