This is a song about "Salt lamps"

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Yea it look official

Extra salt on the frizzle

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through