This is a song about "Salt lake"

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Baby i am professional

Extra salt on the frizzle

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

For the occasion, paper planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

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

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late