This is a song about "Crackers with no salt"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

We dont fuck with no cops,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Tell me anything you want

Those are your wounds this is the salt

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

He told me he never knew how all of the crackers felt,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game