This is a song about "Popeye s"

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

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

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce

It´s the battle of life

I just shake dice

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show