This is a song about "Machine gun"

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Spitting bars like a technical machine

I went to get the gun

There are times when you'll need someone

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Womanizing to say the least

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

In the car with a gun,

Yeah i ain't done