This is a song about "Salad dressing"

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Like a salad no dressing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Self made coming soon

Step back to the dressing room

Acting like a god. dressing up so elegant

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody