This is a song about "Ranch dressing"

Won't run out anytime soon

Step back to the dressing room

She uses my nut like salad dressing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

More beef than a cattle ranch

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.

Secret society all we ask is trust

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Like a salad no dressing