This is a song about "Like a rolling sex machine"

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Now im a registed sex offender

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me