This is a song about "Killing machine"

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

My divine itching and shrine killing

Your developmental league don’t see a team

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Rapping machine clapping between

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

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

Spitting bars like a technical machine