This is a song about "Popeye s"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet