This is a song about "Machine"

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Your going against the mean killing machine

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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