This is a song about "Salt"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

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

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

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

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you