This is a song about "Salute"

My salute to you i raise the middle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Peace out, salute with my middle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

You can bring your crew motherfucker

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

I salute as if i don't see these mites

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I stand up and give a salute to carruth cause he's living proof

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth