This is a song about "Spinach"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

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

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

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

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

They vaguely decipher my language

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

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

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