This is a song about "Machine"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your going against the mean killing machine

Machine the way i'm skilled

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,