This is a song about "Pasta and guns"

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,