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

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

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

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

On the bible you can run

Or some treatment in religion

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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