This is a song about "Salt n peppa"

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Pretending to be awake 'n

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I don't need no single

Extra salt on the frizzle

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

You mental state deteriorates n,