This is a song about "Death machine"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

All i want now, is death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And lead tha whole team

Wish i had a time machine

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Spitting bars like a technical machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

Your going against the mean killing machine