This is a song about "Yellow lasagna the bell jar logic"

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

You made me wanna

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

[hehehe] so lets begin this tv-dinner, tummy rumbling binge, ring the bell