This is a song about "Salt creek"

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

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

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Cause my mother let me do what i want

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Get it so good i make the mufucka somersault

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent