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

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

I was framed, got the case of salts

I was framed, got the case of salts

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Was framed, got the case of salts

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords