This is a song about "Flying machine"

Come see real niggas on my team

Rapping machine clapping between

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Imagine flying through the skies

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream