This is a song about "Spaghetti mansions"

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

I'll bury you, got mansions up in alaska with the caribou

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Mansions maids mercedes

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Now he’s living in mansions off his inventions and your decision,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian