This is a song about "Salt in the wound"

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Flub it when whores wound down

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

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

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots