This is a song about "Salt lake"

I don't need no single

Extra salt on the frizzle

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

They'll find your body deep in a lake

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Remember the past? house right by the lake

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,