This is a song about "Noodles and peas"

Now they're two peas in a pod

He say, she say." oh my god

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

That's why i shine like i does

I should rhyme rhyme with ramen noodles

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I was born to do the damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And like to boast and brag

Snapple fact: you rather wack