This is a song about "Table salt"

While you stand under the table

I'm modest, and humble

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

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

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I can do better without you

I set a table for two

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord