This is a song about "Machine gun"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

It's roc nation, this my team

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Escaping from my fucken gun

There are times when you'll need someone

Driving my car to a foreign place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

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

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

Grab my knife and my gun

But girl you got me open

I'm just a cog in the machine,

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