This is a song about "Got to feed the machine"

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Machine the way i'm skilled

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

Your going against the mean killing machine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme