This is a song about "Spinach"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

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

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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