This is a song about "Noodles"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Surviving and we're thriving on ramen noodles, frozen peas,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

This beat gets me loose like raman noodles

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,