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

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Was framed, got the case of salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

I was framed, got the case of salts

We come through throbbing like thunder storms