This is a song about "Tossing salad"

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

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

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

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

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Like a salad no dressing

And this will be the song that we sing

Better then ceaser salad.

Y'all similes is literal shit

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin