This is a song about "Salad tossing"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Like a salad no dressing

Shit, there ain't no telling

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing