This is a song about "Ramen noodle homies isabel brannagan"

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

I'm out my ramen noodle

3 homies chilling making classics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,