This is a song about "Table salt"

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Uppity bitches, handling business

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

I set a table for two

What preceded was the clue