This is a song about "Iceberg lettuce spinach tomato"

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

Iceberg to titanic, mine and rap's relationship,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Try wrap it in spinach, maybe you'll slowly diminish

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge