This is a song about "Salt"

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Passion in life he has lost

I wish i’ll never see you again

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that