This is a song about "Machine gun"

Just give me a carrot gun

We have nothing in common

Catch you up on places i've been

I went to get the gun

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

And i put you on the team

Rapping machine clapping between

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

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

I am just an artist

Machine the way i'm skilled

Grab my knife and my gun

On the bible you can run