This is a song about "Spaghetti"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Prufrock going noodles in this bitch like spaghetti

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

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