This is a song about "Spaghetti os"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

The circus is a jungle, why would i stop blazin o's?

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

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

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

And all women who had light features, see