This is a song about "Popeye s"

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

So while the world goes drake crazy

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest