This is a song about "Bath salt"

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby girl my stroke official

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Like i chose to take that path but they got caught in a blood bath,

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords