This is a song about "Machine gun"

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

You talkin bout toting that gun

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

And i know that you're open

Escaping from my fucken gun

People don't condone what they've never seen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine