This is a song about "Salty or nah"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Nah, aeke's gotta talk to me

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Or should i call it a prision, nah , cause im living.

Wait for me... nah just go with it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how i feel (nah)

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Still salty? well if thats the case, you take the lead and i can chase

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face