This is a song about "Machine gun"

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Rapping machine clapping between

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

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

In the car with a gun,

Baby you're the one

I'm caged up in state prison

Just give me a carrot gun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You talkin bout toting that gun