This is a song about "Machine gun city"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Your going against the mean killing machine

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

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Never agree with that message

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Come see real niggas on my team

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Now you speaking my language