This is a song about "Salt machine"

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

No longer with us; he's deceased

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

With a honey in the middle

Extra salt on the frizzle

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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