This is a song about "Cabbage"

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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