This is a song about "Machine"

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

I'm just a cog in the machine,

And i put you on the team

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,