This is a song about "Spaghetti os"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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