This is a song about "Salt was in many regions of religion"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I pop one, you pop one

Or some treatment in religion

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Taking grass from chieftains breaking ass in certain regions

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,