This is a song about "Salt n peppea"

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

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

When something is broken

Pretending to be awake 'n

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

More mistakes could be made ‘n

In the heartz of men

Just to match the grind with precision

To strengthen your defending 'n

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then