This is a song about "Nipple salad"

Pose, click, pose, click

Better then ceaser salad.

Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Like a grown child actress flashin her nipple, a sold soul, need to sit i'm full,

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols

And my songs when they reach they official

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

Like a salad no dressing

Bun b, i’m underground king

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey