This is a song about "Spinach"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

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

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

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket