This is a song about "Spaghetti"

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see