This is a song about "Salt machine"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Wish i had a time machine

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

I like my hoodies fucked with lame