This is a song about "Spinach like popeye"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Spitting drips of fire like

Must be a lady in tha light

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

Yeah, right, get over here faster

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Stressed like sniping best like exciting blazed like igniting

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing