This is a song about "Broken vending machine"

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Streaks are made to broken

On the bible you can run

Spitting bars like a technical machine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Wish i had a time machine

Come see real niggas on my team

Rapping machine clapping between