This is a song about "Salad tossing"

Don't want to be the king

Like a salad no dressing

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Tossing heat with my bare tongue and high as fuck like dragons be

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Tossing and turning scratching i'm itching, the fuck was i thinking

She uses my nut like salad dressing

And getting money is the song i sing

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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