This is a song about "Machine gun"

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

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

Just give me a carrot gun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Escaping from my fucken gun

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Rapping machine clapping between

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

And you can tell everyone

In the car with a gun,

Your going against the mean killing machine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream