This is a song about "Salt sea"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

You see now that nigga lonely

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Basketball is my favorite sport

Those are your wounds this is the salt

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

No kenny smith, no i'mma jet off

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for