This is a song about "Spinach iceberg lettuce tomato"

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

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Like skyler, stuck around too long with heisenberg, hit an iceberg/

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

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

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,