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

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

Many of us blindly show bias in our face and grin,

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

But many suffer other in case of my knife

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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