This is a song about "Salt n peppa"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

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

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Bet i get like 8 of them

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

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

You mental state deteriorates n,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done