This is a song about "Popeye s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Now move a little bit to the left

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.