This is a song about "Salt life"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I write about your part in my life life life

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Chorus: ? life, life, life.. life is a pain.

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

In the devoid of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

If you feel it, it must be real just

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Invited to this new life

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for