This is a song about "Answer machine"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Man this life is but a dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Don’t answer about your problems

I think found where your mind was

Your going against the mean killing machine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But when i call i get no answer,

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine