This is a song about "Answer machine"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Can you answer back, answer back

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

In my life that i couldn't answer

Doctor made her fatter

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream