This is a song about "Spaghetti o s"

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Ma want me to go find a wife

It´s the battle of life

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

I drop o after o of the loud,

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Bitch, they call it motor city

I'm a grade a o g

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree