This is a song about "Fruit machine"

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Womanizing to say the least

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Man this life is but a dream

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

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

Your going against the mean killing machine