This is a song about "Table salt"

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

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

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby i am professional

I'm invincible, defeating you is inevitable, cause i'm invisible

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

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

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Those are your wounds this is the salt

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

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

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

Wake up six hours later naked on the table