This is a song about "Flying machine"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

It's roc nation, this my team

Wish i had a time machine

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Drink this , it keeps you flying