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

Fine young man with an old man mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

More beef than a cattle ranch

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

I do what i need to survive, competition and beef is what makes my spirit come alive

I think i busted it by pressing it a trillion, 40 billion 26 million, 448 thousand and 266 times.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

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

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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