This is a song about "Tossing salad"

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Like a salad no dressing

Don't want to be the king

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

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

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

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

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

I was born to do the damn thing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

As i seenobody cares about my history

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