This is a song about "Bath salt"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

If you feel it, it must be real just

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Extra salt on the frizzle

Never seen you as lyrical

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt