This is a song about "Weed money pussy bath salts"

Tell me anything you want

Bath salts straight out the catalog

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Was framed, got the case of salts

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I can always go home and look down my street

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I was framed, got the case of salts