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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Was framed, got the case of salts

I was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I was framed, got the case of salts