This is a song about "Spinach"

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

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

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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