This is a song about "Spinach like popeye"

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

I wonder what heaven is like

My conscious only knew whats half tight

My uncle pulled me to the side

Lookin in them papers im like

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

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

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Drama makes me really, like liquor like liquor

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

I’m tryna be low key

Superman like daughtry,