This is a song about "Salt machine"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Wish i had a time machine

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

I just know what you mean

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby girl my stroke official