This is a song about "Spinach"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

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

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming