This is a song about "Spinach"

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

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

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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