This is a song about "Cauliflower"

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

People say i am a tinker bell

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

Ambition is definitely on the way

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

See boy she been in love

Rollin that devils lettuce