This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

I'm just a cog in the machine,

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

People don't condone what they've never seen

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine