This is a song about "Salt"

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

To this day, the game, will never be the same

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

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

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

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

If you feel it, it must be real just