This is a song about "Table salt"

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

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

Baby i am professional

Extra salt on the frizzle

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

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

Eat her out, now she's the table

I’m a factor and your facial

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

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

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