This is a song about "Crackers with no salt"

I'm refinishing with no dancers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

You wanna fuck with us o no!

Bad bitches never loved them though

We dont fuck with no cops,

I be murdering bars

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I like rollin' with friends

I got no friends with no ends

Extra salt on the frizzle

Lady at the frank stand will