This is a song about "Machine"

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Rapping machine clapping between

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Beach on the weekend

Machine the way i'm skilled

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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