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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

With such an ugly picture in it and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I relish in recreational thought writing labyrinths of lyrics

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Two thousand and one years after christ

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

I'm the sushi king

Like a salad no dressing