This is a song about "Rock salt"

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Like a fiend off the best rock

With rock, shock rap with doc

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

Cause baby you're my rock

So get them ends hot

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse