This is a song about "Machine gun"

Wish i had a time machine

For thinking you clean

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Just before they seen my money in the green

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Rapping machine clapping between

Be the king, that was part of my dream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

And i listen to common

In the car with a gun,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Your going against the mean killing machine