This is a song about "Crackers with no salt"

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Be ???/ with no hesitation , i would get beat/ a front , with no

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

You wanna fuck with us o no!

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I got no friends with no ends

I like rollin' with friends

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared