This is a song about "Machine guns"

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

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

People don't condone what they've never seen

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Machine the way i'm skilled

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

You can't evade my guns,

These chalance give me balance

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Remember my guns like a mic,

I bet you hear that white music