This is a song about "Broken vending machine"

But where i'm from

Are grieving and broken

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Wish i had a time machine

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Spitting bars like a technical machine