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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

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

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

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

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

More beef than a cattle ranch

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Two thousand and one years after christ