This is a song about "Machine"

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Machine the way i'm skilled

You was bigger than an artist

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Rapping machine clapping between

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free