This is a song about "Salt"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Tell me anything you want

Those are your wounds this is the salt

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you

As i light one for ill will

Extra salt on the frizzle

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever