This is a song about "Ranch relish and thousand island dressing"

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

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

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

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Robben island imprisoned you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

In their eyes they got a few hundred thousand and they are rich

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

She uses my nut like salad dressing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge