This is a song about "Spinach like popeye"

What them tippers don't see

Superman like daughtry,

I wonder what heaven is like

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Like being garbage some type of disease

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Stressed like sniping best like exciting blazed like igniting

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

On my way back home

Like sierra leone.

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I like to use the word like love.