This is a song about "Salt machine"

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Rapping machine clapping between

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Just before they seen my money in the green

Your going against the mean killing machine

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

No longer with us; he's deceased

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine