This is a song about "Death machine"

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

Your going against the mean killing machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream