This is a song about "Spaghetti fuckers"

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Revelations say you either fry or fly

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Mother fuckers they are just in it for greed,

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

He got hit up that same night

Cut the fuckers up black or white

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve