This is a song about "Salts"

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Was framed, got the case of salts

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I was framed, got the case of salts

I smoke and let the tree talk

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts