This is a song about "Tossing salad"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Your feedback ain't flexing

Like a salad no dressing

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

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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