This is a song about "Pot noodles"

I make her cum a lot

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

You really hated it when i smoked pot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Ever since then i had no job

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups