This is a song about "Machine gun kelly"

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Rapping machine clapping between

It's roc nation, this my team

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith