This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Grab my knife and my gun

It ain't where i been

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Escaping from my fucken gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Just give me a carrot gun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.