This is a song about "Machine guns"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

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

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Rapping machine clapping between

Caged, and the wonder is seen

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,

We got dat guns and flow

Heard that you alright though

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift