This is a song about "Broken vending machine"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Streaks are made to broken

Straight lane kiffen them

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Spitting bars like a technical machine