This is a song about "Salt machine"

Rapping machine clapping between

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Spitting bars like a technical machine

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

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Extra salt on the frizzle

Never seen you as lyrical

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

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

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream