This is a song about "Spaghetti fuckers"

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been

And i love your mind and ambition

Wake up these fuckers sleepin' on me, quit snorin'.

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists