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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Rapping machine clapping between

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Your going against the mean killing machine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream