This is a song about "Ramen noodles"

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

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

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

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

I'm out my ramen noodle

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

This beat gets me loose like raman noodles

The only problem is when i'm hungry and there's only ramen in the cupboard,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son