This is a song about "Im rappin machine"

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

I'm just a cog in the machine,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

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

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Your going against the mean killing machine

Im rappin classically passively

But five years from now i bet she see

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions