This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby girl my stroke official

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax