This is a song about "Cabbage"

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Nah pop that pussy for that cabbage

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

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

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them