This is a song about "Machine guns"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

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

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options