This is a song about "Machine gun"

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

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

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Ok i hear you talkin

You talkin bout toting that gun

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,