This is a song about "Popeye s got roaches"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Even after all these roaches i feel like everyone opposes

Stay in your lane getting roaches, yeilding to hunters, "saying lemme poach this."

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit