This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

After eating burgers and chips

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

As my record label nitpicks at this