This is a song about "Popeye"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach