This is a song about "Machine"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Your going against the mean killing machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Spittin machine verses are clean spittin faster then i rid green i'm under 19,but

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!