This is a song about "Crackers with no salt"

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No longer with the bull shit , ill react with no regret.

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Miss you more with no bounce

In 2 to 6 hours