This is a song about "Salad fork"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

That cuts you and supplements the nutrients from my fork,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

The wrong side of the fork is where its not so think wisely..

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

But swine ill stab you with a fork, uncork,

Even though its like fork lightning

And getting money is the song i sing

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

There was never a fork on each other's course but it always felt there was on his head