This is a song about "Pot noodle"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Must of forgot, aint we supposed to be a melting pot?

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

He say, she say." oh my god

Spitting randomly high on pot

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Not hungry for my poetry

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Settle down maybe grow some pot

And don't make vibrations stop

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

I can only imagine, uncle bob