This is a song about "Dressing gowns"

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Step back to the dressing room

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

Flying fine ese, here's wine as dressing time divine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Like a salad no dressing

Let my angel sing