This is a song about "Spaghetti"

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see