This is a song about "Salt machine"

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Your going against the mean killing machine

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Ok just listen up a little

Extra salt on the frizzle