This is a song about "Spaghetti mansions"

Mansions maids mercedes

We can make more, make babies

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti