This is a song about "Machine gun"

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

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

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Wish i had a time machine

I just know what you mean

I'm just a cog in the machine,

It's roc nation, this my team