This is a song about "Lettuce"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

And panned out, i'm all in love

Rollin that devils lettuce

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven