This is a song about "Sea salt"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Malia family, we the family

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Just start floatin in the sea

We the 93 chicago bulls baby