This is a song about "Pickles lasagna avacados"

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

We running that show all around the globe

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

They calling me often to offer me walls

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

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

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Then i said i had enough

I'm hooked on that good stuff