This is a song about "Spinach"

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

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

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

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

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

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