This is a song about "Cabbage"

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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