This is a song about "Machine"

Your going against the mean killing machine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Spitting bars like a technical machine

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

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

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green