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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit