This is a song about "Popeye"

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie