This is a song about "Salad"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Kiss my ass salad tossin,barking, on my rick rossin,

She uses my nut like salad dressing

I was born to do the damn thing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Like a salad no dressing

Roll up to the crib

Better then ceaser salad.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity