This is a song about "Salt n peppea"

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

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Those are your wounds this is the salt

And inside they think rap's soft

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

You mental state deteriorates n,

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

I don't need no single

Extra salt on the frizzle

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

Just remember i said it, by the end of november