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

Eight thousand years have gone by and yahyah's not quite so little,

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Fine young man with an old man mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Surrounded by the crowded thousand and they all shouted

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

My lady friends never really be into the life

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)