This is a song about "Salt lamps"

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

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

Baby girl my stroke official

Extra salt on the frizzle

Tell me anything you want

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you