This is a song about "Spinach like popeye"

Like sierra leone.

I don't need no fucking throne

Lookin in them papers im like

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

But i gotta make sure i’m right

I wonder what heaven is like

And it's well known that rell home

Like sierra leone.

Whether you wrong or you right

Spitting drips of fire like

And what i done just ain't enough

I like to use the word like love.

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Stressed like sniping best like exciting blazed like igniting

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring