This is a song about "Salt n peppa"

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Never let the game play youand for the fame

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Tried perfecting my letters n

And when it's said and done

To strengthen your defending 'n

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

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Extra salt on the frizzle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple