This is a song about "Fruit machine"

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Man this life is but a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Your going against the mean killing machine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,