This is a song about "Moms spaghetti"

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I remember waking to my moms

Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

All the time with this glock of mines

Shooting down moms and wives