This is a song about "Salt creek"

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

I fear no opponent

Body dumped in he creek and

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt