This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Your going against the mean killing machine

I told him get his 9 and run

Escaping from my fucken gun

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You talkin bout toting that gun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

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

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Wish i had a time machine

I'm the head coach of the team