This is a song about "Spaghetti os"

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Claim as cholo's and tame like homo's ima maim you with hole o's

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Chilled out beat, laid back nigga i'm blowin o's

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's