This is a song about "Smooking spinach"

Will i ever get the privilege of being hated more than spinach

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Try wrap it in spinach, maybe you'll slowly diminish

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I'm bulking it up, just like pop eye with spinach

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening