This is a song about "Broken vending machine"

Streaks are made to broken

Vijay singh and all of them

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

It'll last for all these crazy days

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Broken beyond repair,

It's how we put it there

Machine the way i'm skilled

Young, handsome and focused

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine