This is a song about "Pizza and pasta"

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

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

And once i'm dead and gone

We at the top where we belong

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And kill yourself and your clique

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,