This is a song about "Dressing gowns"

Step back to the dressing room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Like a salad no dressing

Your feedback ain't flexing

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

And getting money is the song i sing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine