This is a song about "Table salt"

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

I’m a factor and your facial

Eat her out, now she's the table

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I bled on the bed and then on da table

To make karma come faster than she normally will