This is a song about "Machine"

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Rapping machine clapping between

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Wish i had a time machine

I see a young teen