This is a song about "Spaghetti fuckers"

Mother fuckers what you do,

Now i gotta exit after you

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

Fuckers don’t even know the last of it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks