This is a song about "Spinach"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

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

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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