This is a song about "Salt creek"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Extra salt on the frizzle

Never seen you as lyrical

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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