This is a song about "Machine gun"

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Your going against the mean killing machine

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Can’t you see just how long my run

You talkin bout toting that gun

Rapping machine clapping between

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Your developmental league don’t see a team

I'm the most lean mean money making machine