This is a song about "Machine"

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Rapping machine clapping between

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.