This is a song about "Salt lake"

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Extra salt on the frizzle

Lady at the frank stand will

If you look at life the way i do, its beautiful as a sunset on a lake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make