This is a song about "Salt and pepper"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Those are your wounds this is the salt

And remember what i said and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Baby girl my stroke official

Extra salt on the frizzle

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few