This is a song about "Spinach"

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

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

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

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

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics