This is a song about "Spinach like popeye"

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Now move back over here to the right

I'm erratic, spasmatic, like

Drama makes me really, like liquor like liquor

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

Like sierra leone.

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

And girl you damn right

Spitting drips of fire like