This is a song about "Machine gun city"

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Say you through will all my foul ways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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