This is a song about "Machine gu"

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Spitting bars like a technical machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine