This is a song about "Machine gun"

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

Wish i had a time machine

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

And i'm just being honest

Machine the way i'm skilled

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

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

Your going against the mean killing machine

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team