This is a song about "Tossing salad"

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

She uses my nut like salad dressing

And this will be the song that we sing

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Now it’s never ending

Like a salad no dressing

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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