This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I'm just a cog in the machine,

I got a dollar and a dream

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick