This is a song about "Machine gu"

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

No longer with us; he's deceased

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Machine the way i'm skilled

Beach on the weekend

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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