This is a song about "Cabbage"

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Shut the fuck up little cabbage-patch activists, class slackers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff