This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

And i just love your flashy ways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

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

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wish i had a time machine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Rapping machine clapping between

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

And get on down with this thc vision

You talkin bout toting that gun