This is a song about "Flying machine"

I'm just a cog in the machine,

I got a dollar and a dream

I love the way you're standing

Flying around, wings flapping/

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Check the stats, my team winning

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Just before they seen my money in the green

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean