This is a song about "Spaghetti"

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly