This is a song about "Machine"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,