This is a song about "Machine gun"

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Your going against the mean killing machine

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green