This is a song about "Sea salt"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

And then i quickly pick the target off

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Rags to the wrist glitter, car 6, rooms

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Of the vhs especially during sex baby