This is a song about "Machine"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Wish i had a time machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

With only two songs, look at what i did