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

Thinking about your belief in the term religion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Ima man of no religion

And get on down with this thc vision

Taking grass from chieftains breaking ass in certain regions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/