This is a song about "Salt and pepper"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And inside they think rap's soft

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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