This is a song about "Cabbage"

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

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

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

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