This is a song about "Killing machine"

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Wish i had a time machine

For thinking you clean

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme