This is a song about "Salad tossing"

Like a salad no dressing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Better then ceaser salad.