This is a song about "Salt machine"

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Spitting bars like a technical machine

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Your going against the mean killing machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

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

Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Womanizing to say the least