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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Homies that i don't yet know,

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Mobbing with the homies and family

Must be something you want me to see

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I'm out my ramen noodle

She all that i can handle

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate