This is a song about "Bath salts"

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Lyrical miracle spherical blood bath here we go miss..

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

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

I was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

It would be a bloody bath, to make your buddies dash,